Sitting at my desk, munching on my super-secret stash of plain M&Ms, I'm reminded of a conversation I had with Eric this weekend.

Me: One of the nice things about being a grown-up is that I get to make all the dishes my mom made when I was a kid, but I get to make them the way I always wanted her to. It's brilliant!Eric: *smirk* Yeah, you're a 'grown-up'. (Snarky lil'...)Me: Hey, now. I pay bills! I pay rent! That makes me a grown-up! I'm grown-up enough to eat ice cream for breakfast if I want!Silence.Eric:...if you had written that in LJ, I would have metaquoted it.

Y'all are silly. That's why I love you (at least in part). Don't panic, and always bring a towel. Pardon me while I go choke on a DayQuil... (rassafrassin' family practice clinic with all the kids and their germs...)